After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

Perhaps it was because of holding back his true energy, the water in the river was extraordinarily cold.

As his body sank, the light on the water surface became farther and farther away, and he slowly closed his eyes, thinking about the seemingly long and short life.

The sound of falling water sounded again, causing countless splashes.

The person who sank into the river suddenly opened his eyes, seeing someone plunged into the water and swimming towards him from the light, and then he stretched out his arms to hug him.

The moment he made physical contact with him, the teenager's tears melted into the river, but he just quietly hugged him and sank to the bottom of the dark water with him.

In the end, Su Wan still chose to wrap his arms around his shoulders, leading him to jump out of the river and back to the boat.

Both of them were dripping wet, and even the eyeballs had been washed with water, so it looked like a piece of black glass, with a few drops of water hanging on it, and the water drops could fall from it in the blink of an eye.

"Since you found me, why didn't you bring me up?"

he asked him.

"..."

Lu Yao was silent for a while, as if he couldn't bear to look at him, then he lowered his head and stared at the dripping clothes, "The moment I hugged Shizun, I suddenly realized... Shizun doesn't want to come up."

He rubbed his hands helplessly,

"And I can only accompany you like this."

The man didn't answer for a long time, and fell into a deathly silence.

He thought he had said something wrong, and wanted to see his face, when he suddenly heard him say softly, "Ayao, look."

When surprise arose, he first slightly raised his eyes to look at his face, and then followed his line of sight to the distant mountains after the thick fog cleared.

The leaves in the distant mountains are withered and yellow, extending layer by layer, nothing special.

But he saw that his master was looking at it very seriously, and he didn't seem to think that the scenery was ordinary at all, so he couldn't help asking: "Master, what's so good about the tree?"

"It's not the tree, it's the wind."

The evening wind suddenly picked up, wrinkling the river water, causing ripples, and the yellow leaves falling in the distance, like butterflies with withered leaves dancing around the mountains, and then flying into the deep eye sockets.

"This world is so good," he sighed softly, and then smiled again, "Ayao, let's go see the snow."

"Snow?"

_;

Although it is already autumn, there is an extremely cold place in the world, and the Cangshan Mountain is covered with snow all the year round, and nothing can grow.

The dilapidated temple that has been abandoned for a long time stands on the top of the snow ridge, looking coldly at the lonely snowfall year after year.

The young man was sitting at the corner of the cornice, just like it, looking at the endless and lonely white, and after a while, his body was covered with snowflakes.

He breathed out a mouthful of hot white smoke, stretched his neck, raised his jaw, and watched countless snow particles fall on his eyelashes, which were immediately melted by the heat and turned into cool snow water.

Lu Yao stayed under the eaves, looking at the appearance of the young man through the thick icicles formed at the corners of the eaves. He copied his outline stroke by stroke in his heart repeatedly, as if this could engrave him in his heart.

Ever since Master left the beast world, he found that he seemed to be looking for something?But what he was looking for, he couldn't understand at the moment.

After the snow stopped, the sun rarely peeked out from among the clouds, and the white snow peak was covered with a layer of golden red in the blink of an eye, and even the azure blue clothes on the peak were dyed red.

"Ah Yao, I'm going back to Nanhua Road."

The young man followed into the golden red area: "Ah Yao is walking with Master."

Su Wan brushed off the snow from her body and shook her head: "Ah Yao, I'm not as good as you think, so you'd better not go back to Nanhua Road."

"What if I insist on following Master?"

He looked down at the young man who was shorter than him, and his black eyes turned cold: "If you insist on going back, you have to be prepared that I will deliberately use you, hurt you, and even kill you."

He looked at Rizhao Jinshan behind him again, "Even so, do you still want to walk with me?"

"If it wasn't for Master's repeated rescues, Ah Yao would have died long ago. Master can do whatever he wants, and it will be A Yao who repays Master's deep kindness."

The boy took a step back, knelt down and cupped his hands, and bowed deeply.

_;

The ever-burning lamp in the temple slightly illuminated the darkness, and soon he began to feel drowsy again.

Bamboo leaves rustled in the dark night, peeping at the clear figure in the dark.

When the wind was blowing, he looked towards the palace door as usual, but this time finally two shadows, one tall and one short, came in.

The young man followed the man in the peacock blue shirt unhurriedly, always looking at him with clear eyes, taking his every move into his eyes.

Seeing this scene, the flames burning in Bai Ying's eyes were suddenly replaced by hatred. As soon as the long sword came out, the cold light flashed across the green bamboo, and stabbed straight at the young man.

The moment Su Wan glanced sideways, he pulled Lu Yao away and pushed the sword away with his two fingers. The sword was so cold that it made him frown. He stepped forward sideways, and when his jaw brushed against the blade , the right hand has pinched the wrist of the person holding the sword.

Can't hold back anymore?

He knew that Xu Qingyi should have discovered Lu Yao's identity, and probably also knew about the spiritual contract between him and Lu Yao.

This crime alone was enough for him to behead himself on the grounds of "betrayal from Taoism and colluding with evil beasts".

But the best chance for him to ruin his reputation right now is the upcoming Hundred Ways Tournament.

This person has endured for hundreds of years, could he still be defeated by the short few days of waiting?

By the dim light of the long-burning lamp, he saw that his face was still sickly pale, and his hair looked a little messy. He hadn't seen him for a few days, but his appearance was sluggish.

"Why are you in my palace?"

【I'm waiting for you. 】

The words came to his throat, and he swallowed them hard again.

"Are you waiting for me? But why are you waiting for me?"

"..."

[I don't know where to find you, so I can only wait for you here. 】

His heart was about to burst into his chest, but his face was still cold, he shook his hand away forcefully, the voice seemed to come from another person's mouth, with a stabbed knife: "Let's see if you're dead. "

"I'm afraid I will disappoint my brother."

He smiled nonchalantly.

Xu Qingyi put away his sword and left, walking in a hurry, not even willing to stop for a moment.

He could clearly feel that if he didn't leave, something in his body would be completely out of control. They kept shouting and screaming, trying to peel off his bloody heart so that it could be delivered to that person.

"Master, he seems to hate me very much."

Lu Yao could sense his hostility towards him.

"He just hates you, he clearly wants to kill you," Su Wan wrapped his cold hands into his sleeves, "He already knows that you are a tiger spirit, if you regret it now and want to run away, there is still time .”

"I do not regret."

"Ah Yao, as a teacher, I really don't understand. You should be a donkey with your temperament, but how could you be a tiger?"

"Why a donkey?"

"The donkey has a stubborn temper."

"? Master, what are you laughing at..."

_;

The crabapple trees in the courtyard of Fusheng Palace are still emerald green, obviously not suitable for the autumn season.

The cold air filled the bedroom, and the silver light beams floated up and down, sometimes covering and sometimes revealing the sparse and handsome features.

As the energy flowed to the dantian, it disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. The cold air all over the body of the person sitting cross-legged suddenly disappeared, his face was blue-gray and bitter, and he supported the single board by the side of the couch with his hands, with a lot of resentment in his heart: that person will only let him live He is restless, he must get rid of him, so as to get rid of the entanglement and control of Emotional Thinking Gu!

Xu Qingyi stretched out his hand towards his abdomen, as if he was looking for the root cause of his confusion. He didn't want to hear the voice in his heart again:

[Why do you have to kill him?He cut off your spiritual roots, made you almost die, and made you suffer from cold poison for hundreds of years. You should imprison him by your side and torture him every day, so that he can't live or die. He can stay with me forever, isn't it the best of both worlds? 】

He was stunned for a few seconds, and seemed to be really shaken, but after he realized it, he angrily said: "Shut up!"

To unravel the emotion Gu, the only way is to kill him!Must have killed him too!

There is no crescent moon outside the window, and the sky is dark.

The white shadow walks among the ink-colored mountains, unconsciously goes to the end of Fuyu Mountain, passes by the Xunyang Temple, and faintly sees the Wangchun tree with sparse leaves blooming at some time in the temple, and the big snow-white flowers Blooming on the top of the tree, when the wind blows, occasionally one or two will fall from a height.

This reminded him of the crabapple that suddenly bloomed thousands of flowers one night in Fusheng Palace.

Sure enough, when he walked into the Xunyang Hall, the young man sat on the high wall with his legs bent, holding a wine jar in one hand and resting on his knees with the other, and beside him was a scorched sword.

The coldness blows away the drunkenness, Su Wan doesn't need to look back, he knows who is coming, he turns his back to him, and raises the wine jar in his hand: "Brother, please go up to the wall and have a drink with me, how about it?"

He expected that this person would walk away without saying a word with a cold face, or sneer at him, and then leave with his sleeves. It swept across lightly, and finally landed on his face: "Wangchun is in full bloom, which disturbs the nature of the world."

"Just this time," he spread out his palms, the snow-white petals exuded a fragrance, and slowly drifted away with the wind, "I don't know why, these days I always think of many past events, as if only when the flowers bloom, can I see my old friends return. "

It's because he can't wait for next spring, and wants to see the flowers bloom in advance.

"I always remember the way the third senior brother competed with me. He stood under the Wangchun tree that day. He was a kind of... persistent beauty."

He always thought, if he hadn't gotten angry with him when the battle was broken, maybe Mo Qiuzhe is still alive now, like this weather-stained sword, which has gone through vicissitudes, but is extremely tough.

Thinking of Mo Qiuzhe who dug out a century-old wine under the tree with a flower hoe, Xu Qingyi looked complicated, a cold light flashed in his silent eyes, and then grabbed the wine jar in his hand: "Do you deserve this wine? "

"I don't deserve it," he replied without thinking, "but such a good wine, it's a waste to keep it, it's better to drink it to the heart of a wolf."

He raised his hand to grab it, but he retreated to avoid it. Su Wan turned around and caught him in the retreating position, grabbed the wine jar with his right hand, and when he pulled back, the wine jar happened to be in front of Xu Qingyi. Together, he blocked his retreat with his body, squeezed his jaw tightly with one hand, and took a sip of wine for him.

Strong alcohol was poured down his throat suddenly, choking him so that he couldn't breathe, and the burning sensation flowed into his stomach, making him lean over in pain and cough violently.

Su Wan snatched the wine jar and was about to take another sip, but when he put it in his mouth, he realized that there was not much wine left in it.

He sighed regretfully: "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have provoked you. Now it's good, I don't have to drink anymore."

Glancing at the slightly embarrassed people around him, he teased, "But Xu Qingyi, you can't drink enough..."

The word "wrong" was still in his mouth, the man's body suddenly went limp, and he fell into his arms.

The author says:

感谢在2022-08-1123:45:39-2022-08-1313:24:26期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 57305044, 1 turbid wine;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5041275620 bottles; 2 bottles of Yan Zhuoqing; 1 bottle of Takizawa and Weixi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!